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"Okay, Sam, why are we here?" Dean asked as he looked out to the deep blue sea of San Diego. Sam sighed as he pulled the car into an empty lot facing the rolling waves.
"In one week there has been twelve people hospitalized, in a coma…" He paused looking out to the ocean a memory overwhelming him.
"Haha!" Jessica's soft laughter grabbed Sam's attention from the smooth waves. She joined Sam and looked at ocean. "What are you thinking about?" She asked her voice as soft as the waves.
"Nothing," Sam said dismissing his previous thoughts as Jessica sat in his lap kissing his lips gently, tenderly and lovingly. They reluctantly broke apart and stared at the ocean once more.
"Sammy, I want to live here, in San Diego when we get out of school, by the ocean…" Sam just nodded too caught up in her smile and beauty to truly hear her words.
"Sam, I love…"
"Sam!" Dean brought his mind back to the present. "What?"
"Um, nothing, just they… found this mysterious dust at the attack sights and people have gone missing." His voice faded once more trying to hear Jessica's last words.
"This could be nothing, you know?" Dean glared at Sam; he knew Sam's head was somewhere else.
"Ya, I know but I have a hunch and it doesn't hurt to check it out." His eyes were pleading and something else that Dean hadn't seen for a long time. He nodded his approval and hopped back into the car.
"Sam, I love-" Jessica's words were interrupted as Dean honked the horn.
"Sam! C'mon!" He hollered, "We should get going!" Sam gritted his teeth in annoyance; he just wanted to hear those four words from her mouth, but he couldn't even have that.
He looked back at the sea once more tasting Jessica's soft lips, looking down in remorse.
"I'm sorry, Jessica," he whispered then joined Dean and drove away.
"So, who are you two again?" The police chief asked squinting his eyes. He was an older man who had seen a lot on the job.
"Agent Salt," Dean said pointing to himself, "and that's Agent… Pepper." He decided ignoring the look Sam gave him. The chief laughed and led them to his office.
"I hope this wasn't a waste of your time but there isn't much of a case here except…" His voice faded as he rubbed his beard in thought.
"What?" Sam asked his voice was curious and a little smug as he gave Dean a smug smile. Dean stuck his tongue out and turned to the chief.
"Everything makes sense; the people missing are all criminals; thieves, kidnappers, rapist, and even a few murderers but it's the comatose victims that don't make sense."
"How so?" Dean pressed standing up slightly.
"Well, all the comatose victims were angels; they had no criminal record, no problems in school, perfect, little angels so why would they be placed at the same place as the criminals." The chief stopped rubbing his beard. "And the dust we found at all the crime scenes, our labs couldn't identify the substance." He slapped his hands together ending the meeting. "I'm sorry, Agents, but that's all I have and I have a meeting." He stood up and ushered them out of his office.
"I don't know, Sammy, nothing here suggests there's anything paranormal is happening here. So a few criminals disappear, a few goody-two-shoes go into a coma, there's nothing! We're wasting our time!" Dean hissed but Sam would have none of it. In one swift movement Sam had Dean pressed up against the wall his eyes were smoldering.
"It could be nothing so go but I'm staying," he hissed and stalked away Dean staring after him.
"Sam!" He called running after him. "Sam, what's wrong?" Sam shook his head and brushing away tears!
"Nothing, I just think we should stay, we didn't even get all the info, go if you want, Dean, but I'm staying."
"Sam, what's wrong? Something's bugging you, man." Dean's voice was full of concern but Sam just shook his head and looked off into the direction of the sea.
"Fine," he said sighing, "I'll stay but I doubt if anything's wrong but you have to get over whatever's going through your head okay?" Sam gave a nod and jumped into the car along with Dean.
They drove to their motel with all the case files and began searching through the material.
"Okay, so far every night there's an attack where a so-far innocent person is comatose while some 'dust' is found close to the victim and a criminal misses their parole," Dean announced skimming through the police reports. "Each attack has been in the night and by the docks." He sighed closing the file. "What do you have?" He turned to Sam who was looking through the medical reports while drinking some coke.
"All twelve victims are unresponsive and deep in the coma, doesn't look like they'll ever come out. They came in with some defensive wounds and some skin under their fingernails from their attacker or attackers." Sam also let out a hopeless sigh laid down on the bed. "I know there's not much but…" Dean nodded understandingly, he'd felt the same hunch Sam felt before at different cases.
"We'll check the victims out tomorrow and find out why our angels were with some bad boys," Dean said raising an eyebrow laughing slightly until he saw Sam curled up half asleep. He gave another sigh and put Sam's full coke onto the table and patted Sam's knee as he turned off the light.
"Sleep tight, Sammy."
In the darkness Sam went through his cherished memories with Jessica; her face, her eyes, the way she laughed and her beautiful smile. The way her voice carried through the wind and how her eyes sparkled. Most importantly, her voice as it said his name.
"Sam," the wind seemed to echoed as he fell asleep.
While the Winchester boys fell asleep, along with the rest of San Diego, a creature stirred. It perched high into the star filled sky, invisible in the moonless night. A loud sound grabbed its attention as it looked down to the docks where the dark water lapped at the shore. It was a young girl and a young man.
It pulled its lips back into a growl revealing its sharp pointed teeth as it followed the man, its growl deepening into a snarl.
It opened its eyes exposing frightening, blood-stopping yellow eyes with red and orange lining the iris. It took in a deep breath and let out a bellow. Then jumped of its perch following the noisy humans.
